It IS hard being a bunch of me's, especially when the dissociation is fluid and constant, and self identity is so elusive. We had some who were very distinctly themselves, and many others who shifted and hid behind a façade. In our experience (of childhood) that was what was necessary for our own protection. We grew up in a household of multiple abusers and constant dissociation was what got us through each day. We needed to be many different things to fulfil the many different roles that could be demanded of us at any time... while keeping a group of self states who could function in the world without any knowledge of anything. So in childhood the constant switching and lack of any stable self state worked. Time was pretty meaningless because there was never any one stable self to be aware of it. We just limped along in life, switching from (seemingly) one breath to the next.
But that constant dissociation didn't make for a very functional adult life (wouldn't you agree?!)
We were in therapy for many many years. There were two parts of us that, at some point in childhood, made the decision to get us into therapy as soon as we were able to be independent. Their job was to keep us there. For most of the therapy there was little integration of experience or affect, and it felt like there was no progress at all.
But it all came together in the end. I can't even explain how. It's like it happened 'undergound'. Over time there was more cooperation, more empathy and understanding for each other, more respect and an appreciation of the roles each played, and why. And self-ownership emerged. We are now in possession of our self, which is made up of our selves.
And we too
are enough!